No matter what
by MiaMellark0PeetaHG
Summary: When the going gets tough, Peeta and Katniss seem to always come out of the other side more in love then ever. But this time things are different, and their relationship is at serious risk. Can they stay a power couple, or will their problems push them off of the edge?
1. Chapter 1

"Did you pick up my medicine?" I say to Peeta as soon as he walks through the door.

"Nice to see you too honey." He snarks.

"I reminded you three times before you left-"

"Yes don't worry I got it." He interrupts. I put down my makeup brush and hold out my hand to him.

"Can you wait a second?"

"No, I need to take it now."

"Jesus Christ I just walked through the door can you not jump down my throat?" He fishes around in his pocket then drops the glass cases of pills in my hand.

I curl my fingers around the cases and cross to the kitchen sink and fill up a cup of water.

"You're welcome." Peeta murmurs under his breath. I unscrew the lid of the case, pop a pill in my mouth and wash it down with water. I catch Peeta staring at me through the corner of his eye.

"What?"

"Better now?" His tone is extremely sour and it ticks me off.

"Yes, thank you."

"So now we can fuck again?" In response, I don't shrug and walk back over to the mirror, finishing my makeup quite unsuccessfully. I've never been good at it.

"If you're good, and don't piss me off tonight."

In the mirrors reflection, I see a cheeky smile forming on Peeta's lips.

"But it's always better when you're pissed off."

"Yeah but I'm really not in the mood for- shit."

My hand is so shaky that the eyeliner forms a thick wiggly line. Peeta notices and comes over to help me, but the slightly amused look on his face ticks me off for some reason. When his hand comes around to hold mine from behind I whack it away.

"I don't need your help." I say and try to salvage the mess I've made on my eyelid.

"You obviously can't, Katniss." He says and tries to grab the brush from me. Not wanting his help, I try to shake his grip unsuccessfully.

"Let go, Peeta!" But It makes no difference, and he manages to grab the brush away from me. Annoyed, I let him wipe the makeup off of my face. His rough hands are so solid and confident as they work. Under his control, the brush gracefully traces the almond curve of my upper lids. I let him paint my lips a natural colour then turn around to look in the mirror. Because the tones are neutral they enhance my features and don't overpower them. I must say I look pretty good. But I don't want to admit it to Peeta. Instead of gushing like I normally would, I say, "Great. Now get ready or we'll be late." But he notices I'm being ungrateful. "You know, I said I was sorry. You don't have to be so stroppy with me." He holds me in place and looks at me intensely, but I avoid his gaze and focus on the leaking kitchen tap.

"Please, just talk to me normally. Or I won't go with you to-" I stop him by shaking his grasp and padding towards the stairs. "I'm gonna get ready. I don't want to talk about this now."

"Katniss..." He shouts after me but I ignore him.

When I get to my room I angrily lock the door shut and strip down to nothing but my underwear. I grab the bachelorette dress out of the cupboard and slip it on. It's a deep blue sleeveless skater dress, with white line patters decorating the skirt. I take my hair out of its braid and let it fall on my shoulders. There's a knock at the door and its Peeta again, trying to get me to talk to him.

"Katniss, I promise I won't speak to her. Okay? Does that make you feel better?" The locked door muffles his words slightly, giving me an excuse not to reply.

"Katniss, stop being irrational."

I march over to the door and slam my palms into. "I am NOT being irrational! Now go get ready the party starts in half an hour." He slinks away from the wall and towards his bedroom. I sink to the floor with my back to the wall and cross my arms sternly over my chest. Irrational? There's no way I'm being irrational. Peeta cheated on me. Well, not really. But he lied to me:

Two months ago he had to go out of town to district 4. They wanted him to paint a mural. I couldn't go with him because Haymitch was very ill with alcohol poisoning, and I had to look after him. Peeta stayed with Annie and Flynn for a week. I had no worries at all about him going without me, but apparently I should have been more aware. His ex-girlfriend, also a painter, had moved to district 4 and was in charge of the mural painting. Everyone over the age of 2 knows that Peeta and I are together and have been for 4 years, but she obviously didn't care, or thought our relationship was a sham.

When Peeta came home he never mentioned his ex being their. It wasn't until two days ago, when I was down at the bakery, did his colleague Pat spit it out by accident. 'She was no where near as pretty as you Katniss.' That's how I found out Peeta and this girl called 'Anjelika' kissed. To be precise, she kissed him. He claims it was nothing and he felt terrible but didn't want me to overreact. Well, overreact I did because I was furious that he didn't tell me.

An ear piercing ring interrupts my stewing, so I get up out of my angry position and slam the off button on the alarm clock. '8.30'.

Dread and frustration churn my stomach as I think about the night ahead.

Johanna's birthday. She loves going crazy and spending all of her money on a bunch of useless party gags. To make things worse, all of her friends are obnoxious whores. Tonight, I'm spending the whole evening with my new friend. His name is vodka.


	2. Chapter 2

I push through the front door and am greeted with a mouthful of confetti, as it explodes from a canon a few feet in front of me. The whole room is draped in black gauze, with flashing black and white lights dotted everywhere. The white carpet reflects the iridescent shimmer of the light hitting the confetti, creating the illusion of moonlight on water. On top of that, there are mirrors stuck on every other inch of the walls, and the thumping music makes it hard to concentrate. It's quite an eyeful to take in all at once, but I don't get a second to look around before Johanna embraces me and shouts incoherent slurs into my ear. The sharp scent of liquor is overpowering and I know she's already drunk. "Happy birthday Johanna!" I exclaim as she takes my coat for me and flings it onto a wooden table, laden with a black cloth. "Katniss, come inside everyone of my friends is wants to meet you and Peeta right now!" She gives Peeta a quick kiss on the lips and ushers us through a curtain. I lean in to Peeta as if I'm going for a kiss. He puckers slightly, but before our lips touch I move towards his ear and say 'Is that how Anjelika kissed you?' I then stalk after Johanna so he doesn't have time to reply. Through the curtain is a swarm of more than 100 sweaty bodies, so close together my skin chaffs as I squeeze past. Somewhere along the way I clock eyes on Grenadine Chaiman, my friend that helps me run archery class, sitting on one of the plush futons away from the heaving crowd. Her short brown hair is pulled up into a small bun and the green shimmering dust around her eyes highlights the sea blue colour. I weave my way towards her, shouting her name over the loud music. She sees me, excitedly waves, and downs her drink before coming over to me with extended arms. Her purple bodycon is covered in reflective fabric that crunches as her arms wrap around me.

"Katniss, you're here!" She exclaims, squeezing me tightly.

"Yeah, I had to come...its Johanna." I say as she lets go.

"Is Peeta here? Did you bring him?"

Just the sound of his name tugs on my heartstrings, causing a mixture of good and bad emotions.

"Yeah, but I'm still not talking to him."

"Did he apologise?"

In response I purse my lips.

"Sort of. He said 'sorry' but...somehow sorry doesn't cut it."

"Yeah I know what you mean." She says. "When Thom cheated on me I-"

"Peeta didn't cheat on me. Not really." I interrupt, because I don't want anyone making up their own version of what actually happened.

"I know, but I'm just saying, I told him he could either never speak to the girl again or leave. He promised he'd never speak to her, but I caught him chatting with her at work. So I made him leave."

"That's harsh." I say, wincing at the thought of Peeta leaving me or vice-versa...something I never like to think about.

"But sometimes you have to be harsh. You've got to tell him what's going to happen and show him who's boss!"

Nodding, I take in this information. My current approach, of icing him out for god knows how long doesn't seem to be working. If I want Peeta to take me seriously and respect that I need more than just an apology, I have to be more abrasive and cut-throat...like Grenadine. But somehow the thought of that happening doesn't seem to be enough.

She grabs my arm and tries to shake the cloud hanging over my head. "Enough about Peeta, aren't we supposed to be having fun tonight?"

I shrug. "I'm not really in the mood for anything exciting."

This doesn't stop Grenadine from grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the dance floor. It's heaving with people, all sticking together from the buckets of sweat. I'm not keen on being in tight places, so I try to leave the floor, but Grenadine is bent on dancing with me.

"Katniss...stop being such a buzzkill! Here..." she reaches over her shoulder and grabs a glass of something off of a tray a shirtless, shiny man in carrying, "drink this and you'll loosen up." She puts the glass in my hand and I stare at the bright pink liquid. It's so thick I can't see out the other end.

"If you don't drink it I swear to god I'm going to pour it down your throat!" She says, and I actually believe her. So, as to avoid being impaled, I take a large gulp of the drink and cough excessively once it's gone down my throat. The drink is 90% spirits and it burns.

"You wuss! Just think about how Peeta kissed someone else and that'll get you drinking." Grenadine says. The constant, niggling reminder sits at the back of my brain and waits for any opportunity to present itself. Keeping it at bay is too difficult to do alone, and I know that alcohol will help me push down that thought. So I down the whole glass and shake it off quickly, before my throat erodes.

"That a girl Katniss!" Grenadine exclaims raising her arms with her palms open. I give her a high five just as I'm handed another glass, which I down again. The shiny man is impressed, so he gives me another glass, and another. And another. Nothing. So I take another drink. After a while I loose count of how many I've had.

I'm buzzing from head to toe. My body, fuelled by the liquor, surging with energy and an ecstatic spirit. I loose myself in the atmosphere. Dancing against steamy skin, letting strangers touch my waist, legs and arms as they dance with me. Singing songs I've never heard. Closing my eyes to feel the bass vibrating through my body like an earthquake tremor. Laughing at someone who vomits inches away from me. It's Johanna.

"Johanna!" I scream and wrap my arms around her. She pushes me away and vomits again, a few feet from where I stand.

"Hey, Johanna. Happy birthday day! Are you having fun?"

Between coughs, she gets out, "A little too much." Then her face contorts and she wretches again.

"That's nice. That's very nice. I'm gonna go find the pancakes and talk to the pancakes about that thing...do you want to-" her splurge of sick interrupts me.

Now I'm swaying from side to side with the crowd, following them wherever they may take me. Trusting these lovely people to catch me if I fall. Falling onto a naked chest, conducting the heat from their skin to mine. I feel the searing warmth, burn against my flesh. Then I feel the cold floor against my skin, so refreshing. There's a sudden sting on one of my legs, but it's gone in a second. I can hear my heartbeat inside my head. I don't know if I'm hallucinating, but I feel a warm sticky liquid underneath me. Maybe someone spilt their drink. Suddenly the room starts to swirl inwards, as if being sucked up by a tornado. I decide to lay here for a while until the room stops spinning. My fingers try and grip the floor, but it's so wet and slippery I can't get a grasp on anything. My eyes slid shut, but I can still see the blazing red and blue of the flashing lights and feel the current of the tornado pulling me into the swirling storm. The music turns into a low hum, the bass frequencies so strong they make my head buzz. Suddenly a force lifts me from the sticky floor and I'm floating in mid-air. No crowd, no music, no nothing as the breeze rushes through my hair. Then my head is pulled up and is resting against a warm rock, that smells of musky cologne. My hand traces the lines engraved in the rock and my fingernails try to carve a K, then I realise I'm not leaning against stone but a human chest. I open my eyes and look up to see Peeta carrying me to safety. The moonlight creates a halo around his head, illuminating his blonde locks. The smell of him mixed with the sweet summer air calms me. He's so beautiful. I wonder if my Peeta's been replaced with a real angel, that's carrying me to heaven. The angel looks down at me, his icy blue iris' magnificent. As a cloudy white vignette blurs my vision, his eyes are the only thing I see. I'm lost in the luminous sea, as they stare right through my being...


	3. Chapter 3

My eyes slowly open as I try to shake the haze of sleep from my mind. Peeta is standing over me with a bloody red rag in his hand.

"W-what is that?" I stammer, pointing at the rag. Red droplets actually drip from the once white as snow material. Peeta points to my leg. Curiously I prop myself up on my elbows and peer across at my leg. Theres a long, deep slit running from my mid thigh to my knee. All around the skin is tight and tinted a deep red.

"What the fuck?" Is my response. "How did that happen?"

"It was your own fault. You were so fucked. I didn't see what happened but I'm guessing someone dropped their drink on you and the glass smashed. Either that or one of those sword throwers accidentally threw their sword into your thigh. Something like that, because I found you on the floor in a very scary pool or blood-" suddenly Peeta gasps loudly and grips onto the edge of the sofa where I'm lying. His face contorts in fear and his eyes focus on something far off in the distance. A wave of fear hits me because I know that look- the look of a certain mutt triggered by memories. Then his body relaxes and he lets out a heavy breath, as if some spirit has left his being.

"Peeta are you ok?" I tentatively put my hand on his. He looks at me, his eyes back to normal, but swiftly moves his hand away from mine and gets up. "Yeah I'm fine." He walks towards the kitchen and gets himself a glass.

"What was it this time?" I say.

His fingers tap the glass quickly.

"I just said some thing that reminded me of the cave in the first games."

"Oh. Do you need me to-"

"No, I don't need you to do anything."

His abrupt rudeness takes me aback slightly.

"Why are you being so dismissive?"

This makes him laugh, coldly.

"That's rich coming from you."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh you know exactly what I mean Katniss." He snarls.

"No, actually I don't. Care to enlighten me?" I say bitterly.

"There it is! That's it!" He exclaims.

"What are you talking about?"

"The last few days all you've done is criticise and blame and ignore me."

"Yeah, because you've been a shitty boyfriend." I say defensively. "But I've apologised as many times as I can. Your behaving like a fucking child and its pissing me off."

"What? You're turning this around on me? I haven't done anything wrong-"

"Neither have I!" He interrupts.

Is he being serious? I get up and close in on him, limping as each step sends a shooting pain up my leg. I try to read his expressions and by the stern, angry look on his face I can tell he is serious. I take a breath, ready to angrily make my point and make him feel so bad that he'll break down and regret all the times he ever hurt me, when I feel the tears pricking at the back of my eyes. "You kissed someone else. When I was in a really bad place." Is all I manage to say before my voice cracks and the tears start to spill over, slowly staining my face with streaks of salty water. Peeta's so fed up with me that he reacts the opposite to that of someone whose girlfriend is tearing up. He gets even more angry and throws his hands up. "Great. Just great. Now you're crying. You know, that affected me as well."

In response, I cry.

"Make this into something it's not then, Katniss. Go ahead."

"I'm not! You just can't forget about what happened-"

"Well what do you want me to do? Just tell me what the fuck I'm supposed to do."

"I don't know! I don't know Peeta." Suddenly, he smashes his fists onto the ribbed counter top, causing the metal surface to vibrate. In addition the balancing glass topples onto the floor and smashes. The look he gives me is full of so much anger...so much hatred that I wonder if he's going mutt again.

"All you do is overthink and spin, and spin and spin completely harmless situations into fabricated, elaborate versions of what they are. And in the end you ruin everything. You have a great life, Katniss. We've all been through a shit ton. We all have emotional and physical scars from thing we can't bear to think about. We've all lost loved ones...but at least we didn't loose each other."

"That's why I'm so scared-"

"Not everyone is as lucky as us. Why can't you just be happy with me? Why do you always have to pick apart at every little detail until everything is destroyed?"

"Because I'm scared-"

"Scared of what?"

"Of losing you! I'm absolutely terrified that you're going to leave me, okay?" I yell. Suddenly, I realise exactly what it is that I want from Peeta, and it's not sympathy or obedience. "You've hurt me so many times. It's not always been your fault but you have, and if I don't pick away at the negatives in our relationship then one day they're going to swallow us whole. I've lost too much already" I pause for a minute, catching my breath, to continue my rant. "I need more than just an apology from you. My biggest fear is waking up one morning to find you gone...and never seeing you again. I need you to promise me that you...that you..."

"That I what? Katniss? What?!" Peeta yells impatiently.

"That you won't stop loving me!" I can barely get the last word out before the tears start at an extraordinary pace. I feel so weak and embarrassed for the way I'm acting but I can't help it. All of the anger drains out of Peeta's face and a look of conflicted guilt registers. Right now, all I want to do is run into the forest as fast as my feet will take me until I collapse in a heap of exhaustion. Instead, I say "You're a fucking arsehole Peeta Mellark." And turn and head for the front door. It takes less than 5 seconds to hobble over there but when I reach to turn the handle, my wrist is pulled back so forcefully from behind that I gasp. Peeta grabs me, pulling me into his arms as he grips my waist tightly with his rugged hands. Our faces are so close that his features are blurred. Then, he kisses me, hard. My hands find his hair and wrap around the locks. We're both sweating, and the heat of the moment makes my breath ragged. Despite the warmth, his tongue is cold, as if he's been sucking on an ice cube. I feel a surge of relief, as if his actions are a confirmation that he loves me as much as he did when he first saw me. The passion between us is still so extreme that I can't bear to imagine it fading. The thought of it makes me more emotional. The water works don't stop, and the tears rolls out of my eyes and stick to his cheeks. I'm finding it hard to catch my breath, between the intense kissing and weeping. After a while, Peeta pushes me against the door and pins my hands up above my head. I grind into his body, wanting more friction between us. Now I can taste the salt of my tears as they fall into our mouths. I know this is turning Peeta on, because I can feel him harden between my legs, and grind down on it. Even though I'm so mad at him right now, it feels so good. I can't stop. Eventually his hands let go of my wrist and grab my bum, pulling me against him hard. He suddenly lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. His lips find my neck and the sharp sting of teeth grazing against my skin sends a wave of stimulation through me. My whole body is throbbing and drenched in the heat of the moment, as Peeta makes his way towards the stairs. For some reason we don't make it to the top. I end up clambering onto his lap as he cups my face in his hands and carries on kissing me. Eventually, we make it to the bed and by the time we do, half of our clothes are strewn across the room. I wrap myself around Peeta so tightly my muscles hurt, not wanting any barriers between our skin. I can feel his heart beating so rapidly against mine. He wraps his arms around me and flips me over, never breaking the kiss. Our bodies, despite being hot and wet, fit together perfectly. Every move I make is matched by him and vice-versa. His hands move roughly over me and between my thighs. When he climbs up my body, taking a few seconds to compose himself as not to end this too quickly, he holds my face still between his palms.

"What?" I say, as I can't quite read his expression or am too flustered to.

He gives me a weird look, but it's gone in a second. "Nothing." He says, as he takes over my body completely.


	4. Chapter 4

I lie with one leg draped over his lower abdomen and my arms resting on his chest. My head rests on his arm that's placed palm behind head, and his other arm sits above one of my hands protectively.

"You know, when I think about you I always think about that day in the first games when you found me. Your face, was so confused and relieved." Peeta says.

"That's what you think about when you think of me? No your first kiss or first time or toasting or that day in kindergarten or-"

"I don't know why...that was the first time I thought you actually cared about me." He says.

I think about this for a moment, and realise it makes me feel more loved and precious than all of the times he's said he loves me. I try to think of what I think about when I think of Peeta: Hope, Spring, our first kiss in the games, his blue eyes, his paintings...

"You talking to the morphling." I say

"What?" He strains his neck slightly to look down at me.

"I think of the time in the quarter quell when you settled down that morphling so sweetly. That was one of the first times I realised I loved you, but I put up this emotional barrier so I wouldn't let myself feel anything." I say. He smiles, genuinely happy, and starts to blush.

"That's cute." He says and kisses my forehead.

"You don't need to worry about us, because that was the cutest conversation I think any couples ever had."

This makes me laugh, and helps erase all of the bad emotions from this evening. We lie there for a minute in silence, and then Peeta turns into his side and holds my chin.

"How could I ever stop loving you?" He whispers.

I search his eyes, looking for any sort of timid feelings but all I find is serious sadness. Not sadness, as such. More of a disbelieved look, as though he's hurt that I said those things. I lift my face up so our lips are just touching, and give him a soft kiss. When I pull away, the same expression is on his face. I can tell something is upsetting him.

"I'm so sorry about the baby." He says.

At those words, all of the tormenting memories comes flooding back. The first time I found I was pregnant, Peeta was happier than I've ever seen him. It took him a while to convince me not be worried and eventually, I came around and actually got excited. After I found out it was going to be a girl, Peeta covered her room in pink and yellow flowers. I would talk to her everyday, about my plans, my dreams, the world around us. Talking to her, especially when Peeta was at work, took away some of the loneliness. I already loved her so much, and that terrified me. Because I know what it does to you and that the unconditional love I felt for her would consume me. But then, I woke up that awful night with the worst pain I've ever felt in my lower stomach. There was blood everywhere. All I remember from that night is crying from the shock and pain until I passed out on a hospital bed. When I woke up the doctor told me that the amniotic sack surrounding her exploded, and she drowned. She was gone.

From that moment on, I've felt so hollow. Like something's missing from me. The same feeling I had when Prim and my father died.

"Peeta..." I say, trying to hold back tears, "It wasn't your fault."

"But I didn't support you. I was so upset that I didn't think about how much more it affected you then me. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Katniss."

At this, I start crying again. He puts his hand on my cheek and I cling to it.

"You know...sometimes when you're at work, I sing to her. Because I feel like she's still with me and she keeps me company. I sing 'Deep in the meadow' and 'Tomorrow will be kinder' because I know she likes those ones, and they calm her down and make her happy."

I feel a lump at the back of my throat.

"I remember once, I was telling her how I braided my hair...you know, in my signature braid. Then when I asked her if she liked it, she started kicking. I don't know if it was just a coincidence but I swear she heard me. I could just tell. I promised her that when she grows enough hair of her own I'd braid it and we could match."

I close y eyes and try to picture what she would've looked like: a beautiful little girl with silky olive skin, piercing grey eyes and dark hair.

"I...I just...miss her so much." I say before dissolving into an inaudible cry.

"She is still here. I know it." He says, then pulls me up into his arms, burying his head into my neck. He strokes my hair and squeezes me tight as I cry. Just being in his arms is so comforting and reassuring. It's the only thing I want when dealing with loss.

After five minutes or so, my mind and body is filled with an overwhelming sense of numbness that I need to take a cold shower to feel something. Slowly, I pull away from the warmth of Peeta.

"You ok?" He says as I get up and reach for my underwear.

"Yeah. I'm ok." I slide them on and pull Peeta's t-shirt over my head.

"I'll just be a minute." I say, and start for the door. I glance back at Peeta and can tell that this whole miscarriage has struck him, too. Because the look on his face is that of someone in mourning: sad and lost.

I slip into the bathroom and lock the door behind me. Turning towards the mirror, the resting look on my face is stern and angry. That of a girl who doesn't need or want anyone hazardous in her life, a girl whose soul purpose is to win and survive. This is how the nation saw me all those years ago through two hunger games and a world war. Now, this is how my hometown see my everyday. It hides the fact that I've been through hell and back more times than I can count, and you'd never be able to guess that is just lost my baby. I let the face drop and my muscles relax. It feels good, to let go of that persona. Now I can see that what lies beneath the mask is a vulnerable, sad girl who is too young to know of so much loss. It reflects my emotions perfectly.

I turn away from the mirror, not wanting to look at myself anymore, and pull off the t-shirt I'm wearing.

There's no evidence that she even lived inside me...no bump left, no mark, nothing. I hold what's there of my stomach with both hands, remembering all the times I felt her kick.

"Baby girl, I know you're there. It's me, you're mom." How I long for the times when she would respond with a slight movement, or by pressing her little hand against the barrier between us.

"I miss you, you know. So much. I wish you didn't have to leave us so soon." My eyes start to sting and the tears start rolling.

"All I wanted to say, was I'll always love you. But I have to say goodbye now. I don't want to...trust me it's the last thing I want to do. But I have to."

I wipe my nose with the t-shirt.

"I'll never forget you. You've been the daughter I could wish for. And I'll always love you. Goodbye."

Inaudibly, I decide to sing her favourite song.

 _"Black clouds are behind me, I now can see ahead_

 _Often I wonder why I try hoping for an end_

 _Sorrow weighs my shoulders down_

 _And trouble haunts my mind_

 _But I know the present will not last_

 _And tomorrow will be kinder_

 _Tomorrow will be kinder_

 _It's true, I've seen it before_

 _A brighter day is coming my way_

 _Yes, tomorrow will be kinder."_

Suddenly, there's a knock on the door.

"Katniss? Are you okay?"

I quickly compose myself and put my shirt back on.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'll be out in a sec."

I wait till his footsteps reach the bedroom before I unlock the latch. Before I leave the bathroom, I glance back at the mirror one more time. I still see someone tormented by memories and experiences no 19 year old girl should ever experience. But now, something replaces the sternness that was evident before. Strength and courage. Two qualities I've always possessed but reluctantly. Now, it's finally time to proudly except what's happened to me in the past and not feel ashamed or guilty to move on with the future. Not forget want has been, just put it away in a box in the corner of my mind. As I leave the bathroom, a newfound sense of relief washes over me as I look to the future and realise that with Peeta by my side, we can conquer anything that comes out way.


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